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Just a quick note to tell you all of the dream I had before
learning of
Virginia Tech this morning (2 am via email from a friend).
In the dream I am in a room on a university campus. It is
not a campus
that I had ever visited before, I knew that from the start.
In the room
I see a group of young people who almost look like kids. On
the far end
of the room, close to the door, I see a table where a young
man is
sitting.
His hair is black and straight from the back, and I pass him
as I leave
the room. Before I leave the room, he drops something on
the ground and
I bend over to pick it up for him. I am in front of his
table, and I am
able to see his face. He has Asian eyes, I notice, and he
seems to be
smiling in a happy way. The objects that I pick up off the
ground are
round and metallic. I put them on the table for him, and I
notice that
he has a large mound of bullet casings he is playing with.
He keeps
picking them up and letting them hit the table...and some of
them
continue to drop on the floor. (Well, I refuse to pick up
the rest that
drop...seeing this as a game that could go on all day with
him.)
I leave the room, and while I am gone...I hear a loud
commotion coming
from that room. It sounds pretty terrible, and so I rush
back to see
what is going on. And everywhere I look, there is red, even
on the
ceiling. My thoughts were that it must have been some kind
of food
fight, because it is the color of pasta sauce. I won't
describe the
rest of the images of the room, but that is the idea.
What happens next is...I go to leave the room and I see many
parents
have gathered outside, along with officials. At a table
outside the
room, I see a man looking at me. So I go to join him at his
table. He
tells me that he is a professor and that his research area
deals with
the sciences. He also pays me a compliment. He says that I
look like a
very intelligent young woman. He asks me a few questions
about myself,
and I answer them as best I can. Then he begins telling me
about
himself, and about his studies. During his talk, I become
drowsy...and
I am unable to grasp what he is talking about. (It goes way
over my
head, so my natural impulse to zone out kicks in...even in
dreams, I
guess.)
Then I wake up. It's 2 am, and I check my email. A friend
of mine in
Europe sends his condolences, and I had no clue what he was
talking about.
I look up dozens of articles and blogs on google, and I find
a picture
of my professor: [URL]
He was one of the dead.
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